.
is a lie that I'm dumb. That I say to bother and because I'm different. But being stupid is another thing. Mom told me if I would be foolish not to realize that bother me and it is not. So I realize. So I'm not stupid.
also the other guys in the village are higher. And smoke and lie and some do not go to school.
a Tuesday two fought on the court and won but one said he had blood in his mouth and spat on the ground.
I do not spit blood if it were mine. It is also warm. Once I broke my head and blood was warm and I cried a lot because he would not be without blood. When one is left bloodless dies, mom told me. Although there are dead who die without throwing away the blood and the blood is left alive inside until after you die too. I guess.
This time I had a soccer goal fell on her head. I was a goalkeeper and a few kids at school are suspended from the bow and threw him out and I bounced off the head. The other children were scared and I, but we are going to run out of blood I was so scared me more. After mom also got scared and we missed the final scare.
also should not always be afraid. I once hid under the covers because I was afraid. Then I figured that I was down the whole time. But all, to grow old. And then it gave me more scared and went down and now I am brave. And until I see the garbage putain who lives down the other street.
Do you know ...? The boot putain their children away. When they are small. When a bent finger that one would draw a face in the bud. I saw in a magazine at school. Messrs. van where putain and marry and make children, but then go and she is scared and boots to children who are like fingers and so do not cry.
Everyone in town knows that. And all but me are afraid to see in your trash. So I say I go and I go. One day a child found in the trash and led to the plaza and everyone saw. Since I did not see it I say go looking for another away.
The problem is that the children of the putain out with a little blood but does not hurt. Also blood is not theirs because they are like bloodless fingers and neatly folded. But the problem is that the blood stain. And the problem is that mom will not let me go where putain nor say so. So there are many problems in others as when I left three toys in one cereal.
When Monday is the day after tomorrow I will go where the putain. Because they do not take the garbage Sunday and leave them inside the houses. They also take the garbage on Wednesdays and Fridays, but not Sundays because that day the garbage they go to church and take off the gloves dirty and no one knows they are trash because they are clean. You can call the same, but one does not check the trash to landfills in, or the plastic itself but humans do not.
say that the scavengers have been a hundred children of the putain. Because she has married a hundred times. Sometimes a spy through the window, but I know they see.
I no more I have to look in the trash at her son tomorrow. Because I said tomorrow I boot. Maybe it is moving in the trash, but I would not take it because it is bloody. And because I'm his mother. Neither his dad either.
Anyway, I still feel sorry la putain, because both children bounce is going to stop the blood and is going to be dry and is going to die. Like their children, but as she is not a finger will hurt a lot and going to scream loud.
And I do not like the screaming, not listening, I think it's better to stay asleep. Then
sleep than a hundred children of the collected putain and carry out. Because these worms are fed up with feet tiny. And she is still and stiff and dead because he ran out of blood.
So in the end, I get under the covers because I was a little scary, but after I leave because I am brave and when you leave and will be the day. And be Sunday and will not take out the trash, but on Monday itself. And I have to be rested. And alert.
also the other guys in the village are higher. And smoke and lie and some do not go to school.
a Tuesday two fought on the court and won but one said he had blood in his mouth and spat on the ground.
I do not spit blood if it were mine. It is also warm. Once I broke my head and blood was warm and I cried a lot because he would not be without blood. When one is left bloodless dies, mom told me. Although there are dead who die without throwing away the blood and the blood is left alive inside until after you die too. I guess.
This time I had a soccer goal fell on her head. I was a goalkeeper and a few kids at school are suspended from the bow and threw him out and I bounced off the head. The other children were scared and I, but we are going to run out of blood I was so scared me more. After mom also got scared and we missed the final scare.
also should not always be afraid. I once hid under the covers because I was afraid. Then I figured that I was down the whole time. But all, to grow old. And then it gave me more scared and went down and now I am brave. And until I see the garbage putain who lives down the other street.
Do you know ...? The boot putain their children away. When they are small. When a bent finger that one would draw a face in the bud. I saw in a magazine at school. Messrs. van where putain and marry and make children, but then go and she is scared and boots to children who are like fingers and so do not cry.
Everyone in town knows that. And all but me are afraid to see in your trash. So I say I go and I go. One day a child found in the trash and led to the plaza and everyone saw. Since I did not see it I say go looking for another away.
The problem is that the children of the putain out with a little blood but does not hurt. Also blood is not theirs because they are like bloodless fingers and neatly folded. But the problem is that the blood stain. And the problem is that mom will not let me go where putain nor say so. So there are many problems in others as when I left three toys in one cereal.
When Monday is the day after tomorrow I will go where the putain. Because they do not take the garbage Sunday and leave them inside the houses. They also take the garbage on Wednesdays and Fridays, but not Sundays because that day the garbage they go to church and take off the gloves dirty and no one knows they are trash because they are clean. You can call the same, but one does not check the trash to landfills in, or the plastic itself but humans do not.
say that the scavengers have been a hundred children of the putain. Because she has married a hundred times. Sometimes a spy through the window, but I know they see.
I no more I have to look in the trash at her son tomorrow. Because I said tomorrow I boot. Maybe it is moving in the trash, but I would not take it because it is bloody. And because I'm his mother. Neither his dad either.
Anyway, I still feel sorry la putain, because both children bounce is going to stop the blood and is going to be dry and is going to die. Like their children, but as she is not a finger will hurt a lot and going to scream loud.
And I do not like the screaming, not listening, I think it's better to stay asleep. Then
sleep than a hundred children of the collected putain and carry out. Because these worms are fed up with feet tiny. And she is still and stiff and dead because he ran out of blood.
So in the end, I get under the covers because I was a little scary, but after I leave because I am brave and when you leave and will be the day. And be Sunday and will not take out the trash, but on Monday itself. And I have to be rested. And alert.
0 comments:
Post a Comment